Leafchange Stroll

Jorseval You can dunk me in the river, gonna clean my sin But you might as well dunk me in a bucket of gin Perhaps he could have been more polite in his approach, but no, Jory tugged the woman in like she was an old friend: not predatory, but certainly familiar. No hover-hand here, ladies and gents. When Jory did release his hold on the woman it was not to jump back in alarm but to crouch. He sunk down into a squat, marveling at the little beast with unrestrained fascination. "Pim, eh? Fantastic! You know, I always imagined dragons would be bigger, certainly less pink but fuck me if that isn't the cutest thing I've ever seen!" he flashed a manic grin and a wink up at Phoebe "Or if it is? "Look at that, is that lightning? You know I always thought they were more of a fire-based beasty." When the dragonling charged, Jory did what any sane person would do: he held out his hand like one might introduce themself to a puppy and whistled "Here boy, come say helloLook! I think he like me!"